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 Here, shall be balm for every sore,

Here, hearts be young for evermore,

Here, shall the rose unwithering bloom,

And harsh unkindness find no room.

Two thoughts in God, as stars were set

In heaven’s divine communion,

To shine of all the starry choir,

In fondest union.

Till one of them fell prone from heaven

And left its mate to languish,

Till God excused her, too, the skies

Pitying her anguish.

And many a night on earth they yearned—

Sad earth—for their lost Aden,

Till once again they met as men,

As youth and maiden.

And looking in each others eyes

They recognised straightway,

And lived thrice blest till heaven to rest

Called one away.

Who dying out of earth recalled

Her love to heaven’s fair shore,

And God forbade it not, and now

They’re stars once more.